Have you felt like you just can’t win a battle? When the odds are massively stacked against you have you overcome them? Well I have.
It was a cold winter afternoon and it was really foggy and misty outside. My father decided that he wanted to go paintballing and asked me if I wanted to go with him. I thought about for a few minutes and decided to go with him. When we got to the paintball fields a ref came up to us and told us that they were closing soon and only had time for one more game. My dad asked if we could play in the game and the ref said we could so we got suited up and went out with all the other players. When we got out to the actual fields the ref announced that we were going to play one massive game of infected ( which is a game were 1 zombie tries to infect the rest of the players that play for this game it happened to be about 55-60) and asked who wanted to be the zombie and me being so excited about playing paintball raised my hand and the ref chose me out of all the other people who raised their hand for some reason. So when the ref told me to go find a good spot and wait for the game to start. So I walked off into the misty air towards the field all heroically and such but inside my head I was freaking out.
Not 2 minutes after I found a good spot to defend I hear the whistle blow and the deathmatch begins. After about 5 seconds I hear what I thought to be the roar of an engine of a car that was leaving the field I soon found out was the battle cry of the other team. As the roar of the hoard grew closer I knew I had to act fast. There was only one option. I had to fight. So I sucked in a huge breath and started unloading my paintballs into the wall of flesh the other team had become. After I hit a couple of people I thought that maybe I could actually win… but thats when they saw me and started to return fire.
I was hit so many times that after a few seconds I couldn't even feel the pain any more. But me being the zombie I could only get out if I was shot in the head. So I ducked into my little room that I was in, reloaded, and shot into the wave of enemies as I slowly retreated. After what seemed like hours but could only have been minutes of me constantly moving around and shooting my enemies there were 15 people left to defeat. So I reloaded my last couple paintballs and started hunting them down. After another brutal 5 minutes I had somehow obliterated the massive army. I felt so accomplished. It was the most intense and brutalizing game I have ever palyed, but it was also my best game.
I know what its like to stand alone as a hoard of enemies charges towards me with a primal battlecry. I know what it’s like to survive a deadly onslaught of which I am the only survivor. I know what it’s like to overcome astonishing odds. I know what it’s like to litter the battlefield with the bodies of my enemies. I know what it’s like to play paintball.
Have you felt like you just can’t win a battle? When the odds are massively stacked against you have you overcome them? Well I have.
It was a cold winter afternoon and it was really foggy and misty outside. My father decided that he wanted to go paintballing and asked me if I wanted to go with him. I thought about for a few minutes and decided to go with him. When we got to the paintball fields a ref came up to us and told us that they were closing soon and only had time for one more game. My dad asked if we could play in the game and the ref said we could so we got suited up and went out with all the other players. When we got out to the actual fields the ref announced that we were going to play one massive game of infected ( which is a game were 1 zombie tries to infect the rest of the players that play for this game it happened to be about 55-60) and asked who wanted to be the zombie and me being so excited about playing paintball raised my hand and the ref chose me out of all the other people who raised their hand for some reason. So when the ref told me to go find a good spot and wait for the game to start. So I walked off into the misty air towards the field all heroically and such but inside my head I was freaking out.
Not 2 minutes after I found a good spot to defend I hear the whistle blow and the deathmatch begins. After about 5 seconds I hear what I thought to be the roar of an engine of a car that was leaving the field I soon found out was the battle cry of the other team. As the roar of the hoard grew closer I knew I had to act fast. There was only one option. I had to fight. So I sucked in a huge breath and started unloading my paintballs into the wall of flesh the other team had become. After I hit a couple of people I thought that maybe I could actually win… but thats when they saw me and started to return fire.
I was hit so many times that after a few seconds I couldn't even feel the pain any more. But me being the zombie I could only get out if I was shot in the head. So I ducked into my little room that I was in, reloaded, and shot into the wave of enemies as I slowly retreated. After what seemed like hours but could only have been minutes of me constantly moving around and shooting my enemies there were 15 people left to defeat. So I reloaded my last couple paintballs and started hunting them down. After another brutal 5 minutes I had somehow obliterated the massive army. I felt so accomplished. It was the most intense and brutalizing game I have ever palyed, but it was also my best game.
I know what its like to stand alone as a hoard of enemies charges towards me with a primal battlecry. I know what it’s like to survive a deadly onslaught of which I am the only survivor. I know what it’s like to overcome astonishing odds. I know what it’s like to litter the battlefield with the bodies of my enemies.
I know what it’s like to play paintball.